Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Japan,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Swans,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.